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VIA^tAMORIS 


FIRST 


being the 

SYMPHONY 


with 


A Prelude and an Aftersong 


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VI A A M O R I S 



VIA A M O R I S 






DEDICATION 


To those whose thought is spoken in my words, 
And those whose words find echo in my thought, 
I dedicate this book—of woods and birds 
And Nature all—with Man the highest wrought; 
There is no happiness of life in herds, 

There is no peace but what is dearly bought; 

And who shall say my fate has come to naught, 

If sorrow seems the message of my words. 


And ever, as within the book, without, 

All symbolizes in a perfect plan— 

The myriad love of Nature, that is fraught 
With right divine, and knows no wrong, nor can! 
What price of freedom, soul to soul, is fought— 
And power to love’s the measure of a man! 


August , 1906 


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14 






INTRODUCTION 


<1 Come over with me into this other land. I 
mean the land of imagination and poesy. Do you 
not become utterly wearied of the matter-of-fact and 
the mathematical ? Is there no day when your heart 
turns against it all and longs for the sincerity and 
simplicity of youth 7 But that happiness is true only 
in the Past, since afterward the dream of youth 
vanisht with the inexorable awakening to maturity. 
{J And now the children do not wander thru 
the faery forest. We look for them—but look in 
vain. The trees are withered and their branches 
are leafless and raised to the unrelenting sky. No; 
here is not the spring; here is no more the summer; 
and if there is any joy in life we must seek other- 
wheres. 

And you—if you are content with the material¬ 
ities of existence, read no further. In that possibility 
it is not you my voice is calling. There is much to 
life, and many are its interpreters. 

CJ Strange offering, this! some will say. Strange 
form, and stranger expression. For in poetic works 


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VIA A M O R I S 


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INTRODUCTION 


there is a convention accepted and handed down 
from generation to generation, and this poem, this 
VIA AMORIS, is the child of the night, the breath 
of a new morning, and scarcely knows its name, so 
its birth was ravisht from the darkness and suffering 
of yesterday. Oh, heart, what is the transiency that 
illudes you ? What passion has gained your citadel ? 

O Love ! and have I other words and thoughts. 

CJ You ask why these things are so, and if this 
other land knows happiness. 

CJ But we lookt for the children and they were 
gone. There is no happiness where they are not, 
and you ask if there is happiness. Come with me 
and see what we may find. This is the heart’s secret 
treasure place. 

Yes ; we may walk the Way of Love and seek 
its mystery. But you have learnt, already, how its end 
is pain. To some, who never lose the childhood path, 
there is no pain—no broken heart—that is, grief of 
finality, for does not tomorrow come soon ? And 
the love of childhood lays hold of nothing earthy, so 
that hate, and sin, and death, touch it not. And you 
say, yes— children know only the spiritual, the 


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VIA A M O R I S 


18 




INTRODUCTION 


imaginery, the unreal. Then their dreams, if 
unsubstantial, are safe in the very stronghold of 
Unreality. But what of our wisdom ? 
q Come with me and see how one has suffered— 
perhaps you have suffered likewise. In that day 
when you lookt into eyes that once knew you, and 
now come to know you not—and in that day when 
you find the passion and rapture is illusion and built 
upon illusion, you will read the pages before you 
with understanding. 

{J Via Amoris! So long we loved that factitious 
and self-created object. And now it is dissolved 
into the very elements and lives no more. Out of 
earth we made it, and to that it has returned. The 
struggle is intense, but useless—there is less reality to 
our loves than have those shadows across the faery 
forest wherein we wandered with the children. 
Then comes the hour of despair. But with its 
message, sooner or later, freedom. 
q And when separation threatens, do not mourn. 
Know that that which is noblest and sweetest can 
never leave you. Because in it and of it is both the 
other and your own self, and the identity is sure and 


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INTRODUCTION 


for ever. The one who goes away, goes alone, 
taking no treasure. The one who remains, is certain 
in your soul. 

€]J Then come with me and walk in the immortal 
garden; it is near twilight, and over the stillness the 
silver moon is rising. As the sky deepens, and the 
shadows approach, what seems to stir within your 
heart, remembering other times and distant faces? 
It is not wrong that tears should come, and not 
unnatural for eager longing. But if the Past have 
brought pain, it has given birth to ineffable joy. No 
one can deprive you, or me, of either. Can you not 
hear the message? O poor words! O human 
ineffectuality! That one you loved lives yet! But 
you say, alas, no! - or if so, with what changeling soul 
—and I know him not. Come walk a little further 
with me. This is the Garden of the Immortals. Can 
you not hear echoes of children singing? We may 
not join them now. That is for afterward. And the 
night must pass. But they guard your treasure. And 
it is for us to wait. 

^ To wait? O, is it not well worth while waiting 
for! Then the changeling soul shall flee in the mists 


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VIA A M O R I S 


22 





INTRODUCTION 


before the morning, and Love, faithful and eager, on 
the transient heights, O heart! shall come at last to 
find its own. 


October , igo6. 


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VIA A M O R I S 


24 




©rfcer of Contents 


Title page ... v ... .. 9 

Dedication ( Sonnet ). 13 

Introduction “Via Amoris” . 15 

Quatrain {Frontispiece) . 26 

Prelude “Ode To A Hidden Statue”. 27 


FIRST SYMPHONY (In the traditional Four Movements ): 


I Ode To The Transient Moon; A Dithyramb . . 43 

II Cantilena: To The Moon At Daybreak .... 101 

III Love’s Aftermath: Scherzo e Trio. 121 

IV Finale: An Idyl of June. 147 

Aftersong “The Night Tide”. 207 


23 










QUATRAIN 


{Frontispiece) 


Some scan the East with hope to see 
The fall of night; 

’Tis eastward, also, they must watch, 
Who wait dawn’s light! 


April , 1904. 


26 



PRELUDE 


27 


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PRELUDE 


28 








ODETOAHIDDEN STATUE 


O, Statue in the Forest, hidden and forlorn, 
What suns have shone, 

Stars come and gone, 

Since you were born? 

Till, lost mid thick branches overtorn 
From the trees of the dell 
Where you dwell, 

I find you, one melancholy hour of morn! 


29 


PRELUDE 


30 







TO A HIDDEN STATUE 


At this retrospective hour of the silent light, 
While the chill of dawn 
Blows cold on 
The still face of night, 

Wandering in the twilight 

Of the woodland maze 
What ways 

Have turned my gaze on you, so fair and white ? 


31 




PRELUDE 




32 




TO A HIDDEN STATUE 


O! is there some memory you guard too well— 
Or a future 
Tryst you cherish 
Here, in this shady dell ? 

Your cold lips do not tell! 

And worse than violence, 

I mind their silence 
Which my fears cannot dispel. 


33 




PRELUDE 



34 




TO A HIDDEN STATUE 


Yet speak, forgotten Statue ! If you only knew— 
Twas my fate to raise, 

In happier days, 

A form like you ! 

Which is lost, too! 

And, now, I dare not evermore 
The path restore 

That led my youth’s fair garden thro! 


35 




PRELUDE 




36 




TO A HIDDEN STATUE 


Sleep, then, immortal,—and farewell! The dawn’s light pace 
Shines strangely pale 
Thro the trail 

Of leaves that fan your face. 

And the vines ’round your base 

Cling to the marble monument, 

Deep rent, 

To give their tendrils hence a hiding place! 


May . 1906. 


37 





HERE ENDS THE PRELUDE 


38 








FIRST 


SYMPHONY 


39 


To 



40 


FIRST SYMPHONY 


{in the traditional Four Movements) 


IN VERSE 


I. Ode to the Transient Moon; a Dithyramb. 

II. Cantilena; To the Moon at Daybreak. 

III. Love’s Aftermath : Scherzo e Trio 

IV. Finale : An Idyl of June. 


41 




ODE TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 

(A DITHYRAMB) 


43 


FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


44 






ODE TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Prolog 

There is no grief is grief like unto mine, 
Nor other love than mine a deathless love: 


Born of the passing of the languid moon, 
That dreams apart in heaven her ecstacy 
’Mid that pale glamor of sweet radiance 
Which evening centers in her silent orb; 
That celiac height of space made desperate 
My sorrow brings and yet, withal, a joy 
To love her perfect form intangible. 




So mine it is, from eager heart, in pain 
To turn my helplessness upon the void; 
To suffer stress which ever seeks, yet fails, 


45 


FIRST SYMPHONY 


46 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


To bear across an impulse unto her; 

To see afar that passage languorous 
Lit ’round about, and watched of myriad stars 
With gleam and glimmer from the vault of blue, 
And lulled by music of slow chanting spheres 
Whose cadence measures all that mighty space 
Wherein the gods their fatal orbits know 
And infinite revolve from day to night 
And day to night in even government 


Such are vast powers and eternal wrought! 




And these among, fair floats th’ adored moon 
There she—suberb, disdainful as a queen— 
Holds all the vision of the multitude; 

She guides her oriental period 


47 






FIRST SYMPHONY 


A 8 





TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Across its further limit thro the heavens; 
Above the gathering dusk her lambent torch 
Flares full into the weary eyes of night. 




But she would shelter from profaner eyes 
And cradles softly in a belt of cloud— 
Clings to its veil with silver glamor shed 
Where her reluctant hold is made to leave 
A ruthless access to her virgin source; 
Then, gradual, her shining orb flows sheer 
Upon the quiet of that grave expanse 
Of deepening night, and whose immensity 
Appears the immortal ocean of the moon. 




At flood, now is it long ere hour of dawn 
Shall wake to turn the tide of the night sea. 


49 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 




50 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Its even current fills the dizzy gulf; 

Its waves wash silently those boundaries 
Ethereal no murmur can transcend,— 

But stars, swept in the tidal eddying, 

Hint of some over shore ineffable, 

Whose glittering sands have spread upon the sea— 
And, time, to time, bursts flaming meteors, 

Those messengers of dubious errancy, 

Such as may clear from world to world the chasm 
And draw twain souls unto a spirit tie, 

And these sent willful know no other quest 

Than to rejoin affinities—’tis thus 

Some soar to heaven—and some sink to hell. 




Yet all the midnight plain sidereal 
Is peace,—so glory works its perfect end. 




My vision turns to yonder astral depth 


51 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


52 






TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Wherein no other thought, but her, of all 
Decides. While she, in glowing evenness, 

Guides her fair motion, heedless of my pain— 
And passes into darkness ’mid the blur 
Of sudden risen cloud that blots the sky. 

With sinking throb my soul feels all the chill, 
Which comes wtth the night air. blowing its damp 
Breath from across the water’s restless room; 

My ears strain in the silence only now 
Discerned, so anxious did they wait on her; 

What thrill is this that challenges my heart? 

The trees bend to the mournful stir of night, 

With changing shadow on the uncertain ground 
Where seems to sway the earth beneath my feet; 
Then flashes sharp across the sky’s dark space, 
’Twixt smothered cloud and cloud, a meteor— 
Straight to the refuge of the hidden moon 
It darts, and vanishes within the cloud. 




My heart is faint, and time it does not know- 

53 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 



54 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


After somewhile the cloud is lit within— 

And flares warm with a newer radiance 
Such as before the moon was stranger to. 

But ’tis the moon! She pours such flood of light 
As rends the shadow of the passing cloud. 




O, miracle ! No more that once she was, 

A pale, cold sphere ! But burning with delight, 

Her form reclines now glorious, as fed 

Upon the deeper night’s immensity 

Till her full swollen body of desire 

Hangs in a swelter of luxuriance 

As gloats upon the sky. And her rapt soul 

Hungers an ecstasy to perishing— 

That more than welcome were—so passionate 
She longs to suffer all the pang of love. 

And fain did count it blessed if some storm, 
Stirred of intenser passion, from its depths 


55 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 



56 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Rose to consume in final burst of flame 
Her transient orb. That were one utter joy— 
One wild, delicious agony—until 
Her shattered sphere had set to rise no more. 




57 









FIRST SYMPHONY 


58 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Poem 

If I have slept—and am awake again— 

I leave to doubt, but see, as through a daze — 
My every sense unstrung in sudden awe 
With what I see: Two great, unearthly eyes, 
Set in a swirl of opalescent hair— 

That are no eyes of woman, as I know— 
Withal there is resemblance feminine, 

And such sweet force incomprehensible, 

As marks that strange anabolismic pow’r 
Her charm in mystery comes to generate - 
Oh, eager, silent, sad-wrought, steadfast eyes, 
These eyes of love that linger in my soul !— 




Then faints my troubled sight, I see no more,- - 
Save inwardly, her eyes that fix on me. 


59 




FIRST SYM PHONY 






60 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 




The birds stir restless—waking in the trees— 

I hear them singing in the trees of Spring; 

The freshening air that fills the early dawn, 
Wafts the soft breath of flow’rs adown the dale— 
Until my dizzy heart sinks on the scent, 

And all the warmth of day intoxicates. 




This were no Spring-sent season usual! 

Some magic touch is fashoning about; 

In every risen blossom by the way 
Shows footprint of the path of her I love,— 

And where sweet bushes flow’r I know her kiss, 

I know her kiss, though me she ne’er has kissed. 
Did not the Winter’s rude, despairing force 
Bend all his energy to burst those bonds 


61 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


62 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


About the fountains of the life of all. 

That charged their souls—unconscious of his will— 
And scarce a blossom opened? Far and wide 
The vision met, at most, a level green, 

Then comes my Love—she kisses with soft kiss— 
And lo ! Each kiss breaks forth in blossoming ! 




All this I see—my Love I have not seen,— 

My Love I have not seen along the way; 
Though every path can show her passing well— 
And every lovely trace, her loveliness. 




But where is she ? The fallen river-mist 
Might veil her presence maidenly there hid, 
Or safe behind the shimmering leafy screen, 
That fills its lattice-work within the grove, 


63 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


64 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Her gaze may follow on my losing way 
To make amusement of my misery,— 




I start with every rustle of the trees, 

I think the sighing of the trees her voice; 

And yet no woodland zephyr whispering, 

Gave ever such caress her speech respires ; 

No swaying leafy branch so light did brush 
’Gainst willing cheek as her soft lips would touch, 
Swift to withdraw again tormentingly ;— 

Nor mortal look of love did linger so 
In eyes of man as her dear eyes have made, 
Which I did see —and ever more do see;— 

The tender precious memory of her glance 
Upon a shrine within my soul is set, 

Wherein I worship her, and worship her, 

And sacrifice to her sweet mystery, 

And pray her mercy do 1 sin in aught, 

Not knowing right her will. 


65 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


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TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


dt 


And make lament,— 

For’tis scant solace, ’round me where I look 
To find such happiness her passage wrought, 
And freely scattered all her preciousness,— 
Designed by favor every meanest thing 
While I be less than least her favorite. 

So it were passing cruelty for mine, 

Since only my offence my passion is 
Did I then never win my single suit, 

Though, else, the world may ravish in her love. 
They saw her—birds among the trees of Spring— 
For I have heard them singing in the trees; 

The flow’rs reflect her kisses to the sun 
Each with a burst of rarer brilliancy, 

And what poor bloom but lavishes the air 
With longing fragrance imaging her kiss ? 

And who, save me, but joy in love may have, 
And vaunt some pleasure stolen of her charm ? 


67 





) 

FIR'ST SYMPHONY 


68 






TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 




My anger breaks upon this tide of Spring; 
Away! Let a fierce tempest sweep the scene, 
For now ’tis hateful—I will none of it! 


Do I behold her eyes—her eyes ? 


But, no ; 

My sight is only shadow, and my ears 
Confuse me with a burdened weariness 
Like sullen waters of the unsettled sea— 

And is this deep, I stand before, some sea— 
Some sea of Death, and my true punishment 
In that I doubted twice, and thrice, my love- 


69 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


70 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


What she would purpose -such my grievous sin ? 
I feel my face is wet with oncast spray— 

Then, with my hand I feel the spray as rain — 
There was no tide of sea before my feet; 

But now looms some immeasurable waste 
Of desert lacking ever anything— 

No, worse ! Do withering monster threatens me ? 
Around about me, waving tentacles 
Would beckon on to some new mystery! 

No, how I make mistake! My miserable 
Senses mislead me into all this pain — 

The scene, at last, before my sight stands clear: 

A shady dell!—These eyes, these strangest eyes, 
These wondrous eyes that fix intent on me! . . . . 




Ah, Love! And I have held you in embrace, 
And I have kissed and I have kissed these lips — 
Oh, I have kissed not tenderly, but roughly 


71 





FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 




72 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


My passion fed its famished appetite: 

A mark of blood shows by your ravished lips, 

I shame and joy me in my violence;— 

How I did suffer foolishly, withal,— 

But it was suffering, since first I met 
The spell the vision of your beauty made, 

That drew my being into ecstacy: 

And still with your love-tears my face is wet, 

And still your breath comes wild as breath of spring, 
Your laugh were music sweeter than sweet birds, 
Your love, the life of everything! .... 




(Oh, Heart! 

That struggles in my breast, hirst every bond 
And pour your treasure fully at her feet ! 




Oh, Eyes, see once, and then forevermore 
See nothing, save the memory of my bliss ! 


73 




FIRST SYMPHONY 


74 





TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


s 


Oh , Hands , and are you weak in the supreme 
Moment of triumph ? Seize , and make her mine /) 




Nay, stir not, Love! But let my eager head 
Rest now, at last, beside your glorious head ! 
And my rough hair mix with your tangled hair, 
That passion has disordered in its pang ! 


s 

There is no measure to my ecstacy ! 


But let me see your eyes! Look into my eyes! 


75 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 







TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Are there no faces mirrowed in their calm ? 
Other than mine ? I hate the shining stars 
That echo in the light they show to me! 




I hate the sun that dares to covet you! 

I hate the very water that you drink! 

My life and is it not enough for you! 

And my strength even not enough for you! 
Feed on me, for I hate the air you breathe 
That gains your being in its rivalry! 




Then lips to lips and eyes to eyes, lie still! 
And listen to the beating of our hearts ! 




Oh, it is long I waited for this hour! 


77 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


* 


78 







TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


The world was empty, and the inner force 
That swelled my being grew to naught but pain 
And Joy was but a name I knew, that had 
No meaning in the stern reality. 




Say, Love, the words I say. And think the thoughts 
And nothing more ! Alone in the wide world ! 

Then lips to lips, and eyes to eyes, lie still 
And listen to the beating of our hearts! 




The stars of night grow blinded with our love; 
The whispering trees that hedge our passion in, 
Have stood in silence since our passion burst 
And all the world has left you unto me!— 

Then arm in arm, and face to face, lie still 
There is no pulse in Heaven but our pulse! 


79 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


80 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Then lips to lips, and eyes to eyes, lie still 
And listen to the beating of our hearts! 


There is no measure to my ecstacy! 


But say the words I say! Think, Love, my thoughts, 
And nothing else! Alone in the wide world ! 

Till all its throbbing centers in our pulse, 

And everything has left you unto me! 




Then lips to lips, and eyes to eyes, lie still 
And listen to the beating of our hearts! 




Then face to face, and arm in arm, lie still! 


81 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


82 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


The world is throbbing in our centered hearts! 




But say the words I say! What words say you ? 
Alas! You speak at times things alien— 

Say, Love, you never lived before this night— 
Say, Love, you never knew of Life, but me! 




Ah, there’s the bitterness! Ah, there’s the sting— 
There is no presence of a perfect love!. 




The memories your being grows upon 
As lilies grow upon the fairy pool, 

Or as the lotus opens on the Nile, 
Beneath the sun in all its joyousness,— 


83 





FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


84 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


The fibres of your living are derived, 
As well, from what is foreign unto me! 




Oh, heart’s sweet pain ! Oh, perfect bitterness ! 
Oh, sting that renders love an agony! 

’Tis this strange barrier that veils our souls! 


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And do you know the same sun that I know ? 
And is the air you breathe the selfsame air ? 

Ah, no; for this is too impossible! 

I press your body to my own warm flesh, 

Your flesh is warm! But listen to my words! 

I press your lips to my own eager lips 
And kiss and kiss ! But distant is your soul! 
Speak, lovely one, and speak my own true words! 
Alas! I know not, know not what you mean ! 


85 






FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


86 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


There is no measure to my bitterness! 


There is no grief is grief like unto mine, 
Nor other love than mine a perfect love: 




Born of the ages, waiting upon you, 

I quelled my passion ’neath the burning sun, 
Youth could not tempt, nor lower vision win 
My soul, until I knew you in this hour! — 

There is no grief is grief like unto mine, 

Nor other love than mine a deathless love! . . . 


87 




F I R S T 


SYMPH ONY 


88 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 




Oh, cast your memories to the scattering winds! 
Oh, blind your eyes and seal your hearing up! 
Be mine the sight! And mine the ears, and all! 
And nothing in the world but you and me ! 




That were no tomb ! But Immortality ! 




Then fear no tomb ! This is no threatening! 
But answer, Love, and say my words to me! 
Speak to me! Speak to me, and let me know 
An end to this despair! 


89 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


90 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 




Ah, cold ! cold ! cold ! 
Where have you vanished ? 


Were you not this moment 
Close in my arms ? I look, but where are you! 
What place is this ? Ah, yes ; the shady dell ! 

I hear the murmuring of the running brooks . . . . 




No, 

No, 

No ! Fall upon me, all you trees ! 


91 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


92 





TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


For here her face I see no more ! 



Farewell! 

Farewell! And all my sorrow is come true! 









FIRST SYMPHONY 


I 



94 






TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


JEpiloa 

The dawn strikes pale into the eastern clouds, 
And fills upon the night yet overhead ; 

I shiver in the chill of morning, as 
I seek my pathway thro the uncertain light. 
Then still, beyond, I see the shrunken moon— 


dt 


I tremble. 


Is it so my pulses beat ?— 
No; ’tis the throbbing of the Morning Star! 


d* 


Too far! 


There is no mercy of my pain !— 


95 




FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 


96 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Nor rest from sorrow! 



But the night is spent ; 
Into the silence comes the sound of birds— 

Swift thro the field and forest a murmur flows— 
And when I look again the moon has set! 



And when I look the pallid moon is set! 



But with the rising dawn, the breeze stirs faint 


97 




FIRST SYMPHONY 


98 




TO THE TRANSIENT MOON 


Across the meadow, o’er a fairy trail, 

And scattering white, it turns into a drift 
Of wasted moonflowers, fallen at my feet! 




February , 1904.—and June> 1906 


99 





FIRST 


SYMPH ONY 







100 





CANTILENA: 

TO THE MOON AT DAYBREAK 


101 


first 


SYMPH ONY 


102 








TO THE MOON AT DAYBREAK 


O, paling Moon, that scorns the sky 
As dawn clears o’er the troubled night ; 
Where spent dream phantoms scatter by 
To faint amid the fair twilight; 

Tell me, if you may give reply, 

What sorrow wounds your silver flight, 
Or if some hope have lost its right 
Before the day, which now is nigh,— 

O, Moon, that fades upon the sky 
As morning chills the heart of night, 

Tell me, if you may answer, why 
The perfect joy has left your light! 


103 


first symphony 





TO THE MOON AT DAYBREAK 


II 

O, paling Moon! that shrinks the light 
Of morning in the troubled sky; 

That flies from where, upon the night, 
The low clouds hasten by, 

The cold, grey clouds of dawn ! 

O, paling Moon, but tell me why 
That ecstacy has left your face, 

And with such sinking pace 

You tremble as day’s light creeps on, 

And seek in it to die ? 


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106 





TO THE MOON AT DAYBREAK 


III 

I knew one other hour of joy! 

When all the midnight gave you peace; 
There in the silence to release 
Your equal light, without alloy; 

’Twas then I cared to live— 

But now my hope is past, 

Nor know aught of that sweet surcease 
Which love enduring brings in peace, 
As 1 would long to give— 

But fail to win at last! 


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FIRST SYMPHONY 


103 




TO THE MOON AT DAYBREAK 


IV 

Sweet Vision stay! I love to dream 
As morning fills upon the night, 

When common objects strange may seem 
In the uncertain light; 

{But had you brought me hope again , 

After a darkness wrought with pain J) 

Then stay, sweet Vision, till I know 
What fate the day shall show! 


109 




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110 




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V 

O, Moon that shrinks the pallid sky 
As dawn floods o’er the sea of night, 
Where the dream phantoms shivering fly, 
To fade upon the new twilight; 

Where the dim stars, that once shone high, 
Now sink against the hills of gloom ; 

And the water wakes in restless room 
Where the cliffs of morning lighten by— 

O, paling Moon, that fain would die 
Upon the troubled space ’tween night 
And dawn, tell me, O, tell me why 
The joy has vanished from your light! 





FIRST 


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VI 

Is it because the windswept dawn 

Has seized the stars and driven them on ? 

Oh, where the twilight hills ascend, 

There comes an end 

To all that glamor of midnight, since the moon is gone! 
I look upon the troubled sky, 

And still I wonder why 

That face of joy in pallor has withdrawn! 


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TO THE MOO N AT DAYBREAK 


VII 

But it was in a radiant night 

The pearly Moon drown’d in her light, 

And ’round her all the stars that sang 
Fell headlong in the fainting clang 
That echoed o’er their courses bright, 

Where, thro the hours, 

Their multitudious showers 

Sought the sweet sources of the odorous tang 

Of evening blossoms clustered in a trail of white!— 

Then morning’s Voices on the stillness rang! 


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116 




TO THE MOON AT DAYBREAK 


VIII 

O, Moon that pales upon the night 
As morning meets the troubled sky, 

No more I wonder at your flight— 

My heart it is will tell me why! 

The stars have sought and found their love ! 
While you are helpless there above! 

O, Moon that shrinks the hollow sky, 

O, Paling Moon that follows night, 

And is your quest a losing flight, 

And is my passion, too, to die ? 


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118 




TO THE MOON AT DAYBREAK 


IX 


Alas, who knows! No more do I! 


^jk, 


September , 1905—and March , 1906. 

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120 




LOVE’ 


S AFTERMATH 

(SCHERZO E TRIO) 


121 


FIRST SYMPHONY 


122 




LOVE'S AFTERMATH 


Too red the dawn! Its flagrant light 
Throws fear on the unrest of night— 
Brings to my heart a warning 
Of the destiny that fills the morning ! 




Love, then sleep ! But if you do, 

What dreams of happiness have you ? 

I walk among the shadowy paths of dawn, 

Where phantoms follow on; 

And far behind, 

In peace, beyond the stirring of the morning wind, 
Lies that sweet memory 

Of delight, that in some future joy again may be! 




123 


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SYMPH ONY 


124 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 


Dead is the moon that knew 
Alone the mystery of our fashion! 

Ah, dear Love, what wishful passion 
Left her weeping in the morning dew ? 

Night’s silent ending hours discerned her death, 
Before the dawn’s new breath ; 

And the ghost of her white soul 

May ever haunt the passage of our goal! 




Low in the East, pale Phosphorus, 

The star of morning, sings to us! 

Sings of new hope, beyond the dawn, 
The red dawn, out of terror drawn! 
For, O! my heart, it gives true warning 
Of some sorrow in this morning ! 




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126 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 


Love, then sleep ! But if you knew, 
With all, I have a fear for you! 

See this red dawn! 

So sudden on— 

And can you say your love is true ? 
O, can you swear your heart is true! 


But all my heart is given to you! 


Yet, now, so long can you remember 
That fair evening with its sun 
Descending, as an outburnt ember, 
O’er the darkening hills of dun ? 
How in twilight was our meeting— 
Hesperus his course had run; 

And our passions rose in greeting 


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128 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 


Thro the shadows of day fleeting! 




Then the sky was faery blue— 

But now! see the wild dawn’s red hue! 




I listen to dawn’s messengers, 

That scatter thro the shadows, 

And ride across the meadows, 

Up to night’s shuttered windows— 

How melancholy are the early morning hours! 




Oh, I am cold! And still you sleep, 
And still I wonder at your silence— 
Yours is no true slumber deep, 


129 




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SYMPH ONY 


130 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 


Nor weariness as after violence! 




Waken, Love! and answer me— 
But still you slumber placidly! 


And is this our love’s end to be ? 


O, red’s the dawn! Its evil light 
Shines open on the troubled night— 
And fading by 
The anxious sky, 

The hollow moon is lost to sight! 


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132 





LOVE’S AFTERMATH 




The chill of dawn has pierced me right— 


But still my mind ’s on love’s sweet night! 


Twas all in radiance the moon found us, 
Silent in that magic gloom ; 

While the fireflies sparkled ’round us, 
Lost upon the endless room, 

Where the moonlit forest’s splendor 
Tower’d o’er the paths of doom— 

Those that led us in their glamor 
Unto daybreak’s fateful pallor! 


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134 






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Then all was our passion white ! 

But pain has tinged the dawn’s new light! 


Ah, Love! and you forget me quite! 


Too red the dawn! Its angered sky 
Flares o’er the sunken hills nearby— 

But you, Love! take no warning 

Of the threatening rally of the morning! 




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SYMPH ONY 


136 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 


Sleep, then sleep ! But while you do, 

What dreams of pleasure still have you ? 

I walk among the shimmering paths of dawn, 
Where phantoms follow on ; 

And far behind, 

At rest, beyond the waking of the morning wind, 

Is that one memory 

Of joy, that nevermore again shall be ! 




Gone is the moon that knew 
Onetime, the mystery of our fashion ! 

Tell me, heart! what hopeless passion 
Left her weeping in the morning dew ? 

Night’s silent ending hours discerned her death 
Before the dawn’s new breath: 

*Tis the ghost of her white sonl 

That ever haunts the passage of our goal 1 


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138 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 




Low in the East, pale Phosphorus, 
The star of morning, sings to us! 
Sings of new hope, beyond the dawn, 
The wild dawn, redly luminous— 


But all my hope in you is gone ! 


Oh, all my life, in you, is gone ! 




Sleep, then, I ask no more your waking! 
Let me follow ways alone; 

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140 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 


Desolate, my heart forsaking, 

All its futile visions flown ; 

And new mystery in making, 
While old passions are outgrown ! 


’Tis for this dawn’s hours are known ! 


Still I struggle, in my sorrow, 

As desire new hope will borrow— 

Yet poor right 

Is given me, from that night, 

Into the strange tomorrow ! 


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SYMPH ONY 


142 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 


Oh, I walk the shadowy paths of dawn, 

Where phantoms follow on ; 

And far behind. 

In peace, beyond the stirring of the morning wind, 
Is that sweet memory 

Of delight, that nevermore again shall be ! 




Shall others win her love from me ?— 




O, red’s the dawn ! Too red! I see 
The troubled sky shine suddenly— 
And red ! red ! red ! all overhead 
Until dawn fades, and there, instead, 
The morning breaks full sunnily! 


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144 




LOVE’S AFTERMATH 




Then song-birds’ music floods the lea! 



August , 1905—and July, 1906 


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FINALE : 

AN IDYL OF JUNE 


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AN IDYL OF JUNE 


I 

Day rises weak and languid from his couch with night, 
Heart-faint to end the hours of passionate delight. 

II 

He shivers in the morning chill, pressing a kiss 
On Night’s sweet face, reluctant now to seal their bliss; 


For is their time full spent—fain tho they would prolong 
Awhile that joy, which is denied by Fate, more strong! 

IV 

Oh, passing joy! How Love’s wild clinging rapture thro, 
Leaves half fainting in a drench of sweat the two! 


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A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


V 

In moisture heavy hang the flowers where they would lie, 
And damp the ground beneath the hyacinthine sky! 

VI 

Uneasy stirs the shifting foliage, fresh and wet, 

In the dim silence, since the pearly moon is set— 

VII 

Set long ago, beyond that westward towering hill, 
Ominous; while the night lies desolate and still— 

VIII 


Then startles quick in fright before the mist that flies, 
Hurrying late Dream-phantoms, hideous with their cries. 


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152 





A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


IX 

Till Night, left pale, in the after-quiet fades away 
Irradiant, pleading with her lover yet to stay! 

X 

But Dawn has summoned; restless lifts the summer air, 
Fanned from the East as Morning’s pale lights rising, flare. 


XI 


The waters murmur low in sleep. A filmy haze 
Dim-spread, veils her fair maidens from the Dawn s hot gaze. 


XII 

Then Life awakes to follow out his work; while Love, 
Who never rests, about the world will widely rove. 


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A N 


IDYL 


O F JUNE 


XIII 

And day, now strengthening, half-ashamed of the sweet dalliance. 
Fain turns to view dawn’s marvellous increasing brilliance. 


XIV 

Growing impatient of Night’s plea, as Morning gains; 
For her seductive charm, with his bright advent, wanes; 


XV 

And stern Need urges Day that he retrieve his strength, 
Ere, in love’s eager passion with Night, he joy at length; 

XVI 

And Day must fill Dawn’s promise in the world abroad; 
Fate, rigorous, leaves no changeful chances to defraud! 


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SYMPH ONY 


156 




A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


XVII 

So morning hastens now; while vivid day, unclouded, 
Parts from the shrinking night, mysterious enshrouded. 

XVIII 


The dank luxuriance of her cool, deep-shaded dell, 

Lit by the starry eyes he loves, he bids farewell! 

XIX 

/ 

Then Night plucks from her purple heart the burning sun, 
And hurls its orb across the sky, day’s course to run— 


XX 

To light his way and lead him safely danger o er, 
Till to her, ever longing, he return once more! 


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158 





A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


XXI 

Farewell! Gone with the sun’s hot glow her ebbing heart’s 
Warm blood, Night sinks all spiritless—Forth Day departs! 

XXII 

Awake now are the chirping birds the Dawn has called; 
And Mo ni lg sports rejoicing yet, his senses unpalled. 

XXIII 

Fresh is the air that blows. The sun, still low, is faint: 

The wind bears fainting on from far some robin’s plaint. 


XXIV 

The meadow rouses—lazy move the lowing herds, 
Wearied of the ceaseless twittering of the birds. 


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160 




A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


XXV 

Then softer, warmer stirs the air; the sun ascends 
Higher and higher, all his light new glory lends. 

XXVI 

How radiant summer’s messenger, June’s early dawn, 
Calls to the world, and to its labor urges on! 

XXVII 

Awake now are the busy bees and flying fast; 

While avaricious ants store up things wide offcast. 


XXVIII 


Awake is all the V^orld again, and plies its trade, 
Various as life’s multiform existence made. 


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162 




A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


XXIX 

Still higher mounts the glowing sun ; the air blows warm 
And soft, filled with gay-tinted specks that buzz and swarm. 

XXX 

And Morning, mischief making Morning, takes delight 
To dazzle the poor creatures in his blinding light— 


XXXI 

A very reckless fellow, he, not thoughtful pausing, 

His scrapes too often soberer Day much trouble causing! 

XXXII 


And careless, ’times, of when the sun’s broad glare may break, 
Dawn’s summons finds him drowsy, and will scarce awake. 


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SYMPH ONY 


164 




A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


XXXIII 

So ’neath the summer’s blazing sun his work may fail, 
But rare it is to find his favorite play grow stale! 


XXXIV 

Yet he is generous too,—when the o’erweighted Hours, 

With Life’s demands would weaken, spares he not his pow’rs. 

XXXV 

Now following fast on Dawn comes Day, along the hill; 

The drops of dew are sparkling in the grass-laid rill; 


XXXVI 

The trees entwine their leafy boughs whence shadows wave, 
Entangled in the arches of the forest nave; 


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166 




AN IDYL OF JUNE 


XXXVII 

The extended shadows shorten as the sun mounts high, 
Baring the wood’s dead spaces to the azure sky ; 

XXXVIII 

From branch to branch the spider its web intricate weaves, 
And crawling reptiles hide among the stones and leaves; 

XXXIX 

The gushing spring its crystal pool fills in the rock, 

Whither the birds, eager and thirsty, constant flock; 

XL 

And thence adown the shady glen its winding stream 
Impetuous flows with many a shattering glance and gleam! 


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A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


XLI 

Till far below, it joins the brook that meets the river, 

Where the full sun now sets the heated air a-quiver. 

XLII 

The dew is lifting from the grass—the heavy drone 
Of myriad murmurings blends in a monotone— 

XLIII 

Love calls to Life —Life answers Love —Day wanders on 
’Mid sweet-faced Pleasures asking where the Hours have gone! 

XLIV 

He passes thro the meadow thick with Summer’s flowers, 

But shuns, withal, Sleep’s cunningly enchanted bowers. 


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170 




A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


XLV 

Whence she peers wistful out at him, and waves, and smiles 
All sweetly—oft she snares young Morning with her wiles! 


XLVI 

But Day escapes, as yet; grown stern he dare not fall 
Enmeshed so soon—ere that his hopes are sought at all; 

XLVII 

For Thirst, and Hunger {ravenous brood) of deadly pow’r, 
Seize those unwary ones, sleep-chained, and swift devour. 


XLVIII 

Then onward to the bitter proof the strong young Day 
Presses courageous—eager in his youthful way. 


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172 




AN IDYL OF JUNE 


XLIX 

And Life warns not to heed the Senses soft allure, 

Beckoning Phantoms fatal to a foot more sure. 

L 

But turn not, rest not, till are done his duties set, 

While what experience shows him must he ne’er forget! 

LI 

But when Love, too, would add a word of caution, half 

N 

In whisper, all he vouchsafes is a merry laugh ! 

LII 

Then out across the stirring plain manful he passes, 

Where Life weaves myriad changeful forms among the grasses. 


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174 




AN IDYL OF JUNE 


LIII 

Swift flash the humming-birds, the hot strong breeze blows full, 
Calming the fiery sun, a-fever’d by the lull. 

LIV 

The Water-maidens laughing along the shining strand, 

Seek the fine, glittering treasures hid in the shifting sand. 

LV 

They sing sweet snatches gaily, of a strange harmony, 

The rippling current echoing faintly the melody, 

LVI 

And where the moss-grown rocks high shade about the pool, 
Sounds the soft tinkle of the fountain dripping cool. 


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A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


LVII 

The sun mounts higher, higher above the heated plain, 
And life, luxuriantly rife, extends amain! 

LVIII 

Summer is at her height of power, while Love holds sway, 
And ’mid th’ enchanting vista, now advances Day! 

LIX 


Soft sighing Zephyrs, calling him, amongst the trees, 
Entreat in vain; their wantonness he calmly sees; 

LX 

And ever hastens toward the desert, in whose void 
Fierce combat with grim monsters soon must be enjoyed. 


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178 




an IDYL O F JUNE 


LXI 

(Day is indeed despised by Crime and Stealth and Sloth, 
And Sin, also—but most by Shame, and Vice, these both. 

LXII 

And Night so often suffers from their hateful brawl, 

Day fain would hunt them down, and rid her, once for all.) 

LXI 11 

He leaves the pleasant scene, and dares the Desert wild. 
Finding sad traces there how Morning was beguiled ! 

LXIV 

But Him he sees not, and in spite of arduous toil, 

No more than one beast, lingering Sloth, he finds for spoil. 


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180 




A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


LXV 

Yet safer so!—for woe the day whose fate at once 
To meet together all these monsters grim he hunts!— 

LXVI 

That were to seek untimely end. There is no day 
Able alone to fight and conquer that array— 

LXVII 

For yet a space must Night be tried, and Day attempt! 
Until with many days is won the victory dreamt! 


LXV1II 

But gently whispers in the grove the noon-tide breeze 
Flow placid and how open stand the sun-lit trees! 


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182 




A N 


IDYL 


O F 


J U N 


LXIX 

Who sang of that high harmony the trees declare, 

Which marks the cadence of the mystery all things bear ? 

LXX 

Who sang of that pure music, knows the stars that reign, 
And in accord has bliss, which many yet seek in vain ! 


LXXI 

There is a sadness fills the heart, yet finds no word ; 

And echoes thro the meadow in the lowing herd. 

LXXII 

Where is the ear can tell that sound which strives to voice 
The inner cry of longing for its spirit choice ! 


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184 






A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


LXXIII 

Where is the tongue in earthly form its wish may tell ?— 
Alas! in answer but the stroke of noon-time bell! 


LXXIV 

Dead is the Morning! Fair he rose in hope and strength, 
But youth is vanquished in the fight for fame at length ! 

LXXV 

Sweet messenger of Life ! Why all your eager breath 
Turns to that song of hope, that sees beyond the death! 

LXXVI 


There is no warrior wins against the call of Noon ; 
His vigor with the day’s decline is measured soon. 


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A N 


IDYL 


O F JUNE 


LXXVII 

And on Life’s sands along the immortal ocean-side 
Once and for all has broken the strength of highest tide ! 

LXXVIII 

Then shall commence the gradual ebb, prolonged but sure ; 
Until again the shining isles, which ever endure, 

LXXIX 

Rise thro the flood, and view the sinking waves of Chance 
Across the sunset sea whereon life’s shadows glance! 

LXXX 

Oh heart! Oh heart! There is no rest beyond this end ! 
For dawn with evening’s gloom its gleam shall ever blend! 


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A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


LXXXI 

There is no rest in life’s full sea, and all its tide 
Washes the shores of fortune where the gods abide. 

LXXXII 

The Gods! False saviors of a world of Wealth ! 

How mortals seek to gain their favor, each by stealth ! 

LXXXIII 


Is there no time when in the gulf the Shores of life 
Shall crumble and, with all, destroy these gods of strife! 

LXXXIV 

Oh, after youth’s hot strength is spent there is a pain 
No voice can utter, till the twilight nears again! 


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an IDYL OF JUNE 


LXXXV 

Day has arrived upon that weary-reaching plain 
Where all is labor and the toil of aging men: 

LXXXVI 

Here are no more those fountains which in youth relieved, 

And nothing calls but needs of errors to be retrieved! 

LXXXVII 

By arid rocks some weary worker meets his doom, 

And in the shadow of the day shall find a tomb. 

LXXXVIII 

Life ! What is life ! What Day in Morning’s company thought 
Was joy, and future, turns to Sorrow early wrought. 


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A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


LXXXIX 

So passes o’er the plain the glimmer of failing sun, 
And warns the workers that their final course is run. 


xc 

Tasks are unfinished, and desires unfullfilled, 

Yet all is numbered as the wheels of life are stilled! 

XCI 

The long, hot way which Day has come across the plain, 
Stares far behind and lengthening shadows fall again! 

XCII 

The clouds fill in the west, and murmurous echoes, under 
The gloom, roll sullen peals of desolating thunder. 


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194 




AN IDYL OF JUNE 


XCIII 

Fear sends her vivid chariot athwart the sky, 

As lightning bursts upon the mournful scene nearby. 

XCIV 

And is it Night’s return brought by grim messenger ? 
Because Day fails to keep his promise made to her ? 

xcv 

Oh, Peace of Night! Oh, eager Rest! Oh, lovely calm ! 
When moonlight falls upon the ground beneath high palm! 

XCVI 

Oh, not in storm! Oh, not in tempest rough and wild, 
Returns the anxious mother to her erring child ! 


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196 




A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


XCVII 

Oh, not in tumult, night has called her lover home! 

But Day, clairaudient, knows no more the wish to roam! 

XCVIII 

The clouds are broken, and the sun is burnt away; 

Its setting flames the brilliance of the dying day. 

XCIX 

Its red, sweet glare has gathered in a final light 
To blaze a pathway straight into the heart of Night! 


c 

Sink, weary soul! upon the stillness o’er the field, 
The shadows of the end a cool refreshing yield; 


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AN IDYL OF JUNE 


Cl 

Day’s work is done and in the singing monotone 
Of Nature, in the twilight finds a rest alone. 

CII 

And is it long, now all the weary way is past ? 

And is it Sorrow joined his company at last ? 

CHI 

No; it is Joy that guides the day into the night, 

And scatters all the sadness thro the dim twilight! 

CIV 

Rises the silver Moon and draws her trail of stars; 

To greet the sunset ’prisoned by night’s crimson bars. 


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SYMPH ONY 


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AN IDYL OF JUNE 


CV 

Sink in the shadows! where the sound of stirring breeze 
Proclaims the welcome of the tall, awakening trees ! 

CV1 

Dream-Visions peer among Them, and the flowers lie 
Wondering ’neath the chill of hyacinthine sky! 

CVII 

Uneasy moves the foliage with the dew-fall wet, 

In the soft silence since the dying sun is set! 

CVIII 

Set quiet far beyond the westward shadowing hill, 

While waiting Night, among the trees, lies weak and still. 


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AN IDYL OF JUNE 


CIX 

The lake is motionless; the rocky cliffs surround, 

With murmured chant, the mystery of her hallowed ground! 

cx 

All life is sunk in slumber and at last, with Night, 

Day finds his final passage to the old delight! 

CXI 

Sing, ye eternal stars of Love! Oh, sing, fair Moon! 

The hours of passion sacred to the time of June! 

CXII 

No threnody beneath the deepening sky of night, 

Surpasses the sweet rapture of your pure delight! 


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A N 


IDYL 


O F 


JUNE 


CXIII 


Then thro the forest sweeps life’s restless murmuring, 
And Peace has drawn her solemn veil o’er everything! 




June , July and August , 1902 
—and June 1906 


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SO HERE ENDS THE FIRST SYMPHONY 


206 






AFTERSONG 


207 


AFTER SONG 


208 









THE NIGHT TIDE 


I watch the gloom of light go down 
Upon the sunset sea; 

With ebb of tide, o’er sinking sands, 
The waves wash listlessly; 

While, cool and low, night’s fallen air 
Still finds its way to me. 


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210 






THE 


NIGHT 


TIDE 


II 

’Tis then, by shadow’d point of bay, 
Caught in the sun’s last light, 

I mark a lessening sail, whose course 
Lies outward to the night; 
A-strain, I view that silent sail 
Fade to a fleck of white. 


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THE 


NIGHT 


TIDE 


III 

So, in this darkening hour, there, one 
Has set his course away— 

Farewell! And yet what hope had he 
Charged of the parting day— 
What vision his, of future dawn 
Across the twilight grey ? 


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AFTER SONG 


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THE 


NIGHT 


TIDE 


IV 

Oh, eager, futile thought! I know 
The dizzy surfs resound— 

But comes no voice from dimming sail 
To tell of hope it found; 

No more the sea is silverlit— 

Night deeps the dead sand mound 


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Now, even, fades that transient sail 
Beyond the far met line; 

While ocean’s flood upon the strand, 
Fills larger its design; 

Nor changes ever its long sound, 
Whose loneliness is mine. 


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